Working Class Heroes Poem by Ian Friend

Well sussed
Always proper
Suited up
Like warriors
We hit the town
Tear it all down
Until the last drop

Back to the house
Some other spot
Another round
Another song
Another fight
Another flog
Till the early hours
We rule this town

Dawn begins to break
Time to head home
This city in flames
No one knew their names
Just the trail that they blazed
Those old time warriors
Geared to amaze
Heads close shaved
Strong and brave